Thursday, January 2, 2014

Review of Chasing Olivia by Micalea Smeltzer

Book 2 in the Trace and Olivia Series

How far would you go to reignite the spark you once had?

Two years later, Trace and Olivia are as much in love as they’ve always been. But the spark they once had for life is waning and Trace is determined that they find it again. His solution? A road trip. But he doesn’t tell Olivia the real reason they’re heading north.

Olivia is happy to go on a road trip and have more adventures with Trace. Besides, she needs a distraction from the soap opera her life has become. With college over, this is the perfect opportunity to chase down the carefree girl she once was.

But life isn’t a fairytale and you can only escape reality for so long.

Love, laughs, and a hidden agenda.

That’s the name of the game when you’re Chasing Olivia.

(This book finishes Trace and Olivia's story. Book 1 is titled Finding Olivia)

Review:I really loved reading Trace and Olivia's story in Finding Olivia, so naturally I was excited when I found out about Chasing Olivia. I couldn't wait to get my hands on it!It turns out that I loved this book almost as much as Finding Olivia! It was a fun read. Olivia grew so much since then and it was fun to see the woman she had become.The plot was a little weak, but the writing more than made up for it. They went on a road trip to get their spark back, but it was very clear they never even lost it to begin with. Other than a few hiccups, the story was well written and the characters were fantastic.I heart me some Trace! He's so sweet!!! BTWThis book gets five glittery stars because as usual, Micalea delivers a wonderful read.

With a groan, I sat up. What the heck was
going on? It had to be the middle of the night.

I climbed from the bed to investigate the
strange sound. I couldn’t decide if it was someone knocking on the apartment
door or something else. The noise was strange…

Once I was out of the bedroom, it was easy
to deduce that the noise was, indeed, someone at the door. But they definitely
weren’t knocking on it with their fist. It sounded more like they were using
their whole body…or head…

Scared to go to the door—because let’s
face it, I wasn’t exactly the strongest person on the planet—I went to wake up
Trace.

“Trace,” I pushed his shoulder, trying to
rouse him from sleep. “Trace,” I shook him a bit harder.

“Huh?” His eyes cracked open a bit, just a
thin slit of green showing through.

“There’s someone at the door,” I hissed.

“What time is it?” He rubbed his eyes,
yawning.

“Two,” I muttered, looking at the clock
beside the bed. “I don’t know who it is and I’m scared to open the door,” I
admitted reluctantly, playing with the ends of my hair.

He sat up and rolled out of bed, pulling
on a pair of jeans, which he left unbuttoned. “I’ll check it out,” he assured
me, kissing the end of my nose.

I tiptoed behind him and out of the
bedroom. He undid the deadbolt and slowly opened the door.

Whoever was standing there fell into his
arms.

“Avery?” I gasped, taking in the vibrant
red hair.

“Mhmmmmitsme,” she slurred drunkenly.

Since she seemed to have lost the ability
to move her legs, Trace picked her up, and gently laid her down on the couch.

I grabbed a bottle of water before
kneeling beside her. She was completely wasted and the dress she’d worn to Nick
and Nora’s wedding was ruined. It was covered in grass and mud stains, as was
her body.

My eyes widened, zeroing in on something
wrapped around her neck. I gasped when I realized what it was.

“Avery! Why is your underwear around your
neck?” I bit my lip to hold back laughter. I mean, it wasn’t every day your
best friend showed up at your place drunk with underwear around her neck.

“Huh?” She looked at me with bleary eyes
and fingered the silky string of fabric around her neck. “Must have taken em’
off.”

“Obviously,” I snorted. “What were you
doing?”

“I’m pretty sure it involved beer and sex
in a field…by the way, don’t ever try that,” she warned Trace and me, pointing
at us with a shaky finger, “it really itches.”

About the Author:

Micalea
Smeltzer is an author from Virginia. Her name is pronounced Muh-call-e-uh. She
is permanently glued to her computer, where she constantly writes. She has to
listen to music when she writes and has a playlist for every book she’s ever
started. When she’s not writing, she can be found reading a book or playing
with her three dogs.